Plotting Plotting Plotting “They have returned to their school in Arizona.” He stated firmly to the elder man in front of him.
“We know for certain that they are who we are looking for?” The elder gentlemen asked. His dark eyes staring down at a document that he had been studying before the younger man entered the office.
“Yes Sir.” His confidence eased the elder man’s worries. “We tracked the history of her movements over the years. They originated from Greece and the boy is the correct age. We also had them monitored during the summer months and they had to move him during the lunar cycles. He is definitely infected with lycanthropy.” The elder man looked rather pleased by the news despite the fact that his attention remained on the document. “We have men who are keeping watch on them until given orders by you, Sir.”
“We must wait until the Donovans make their move. We cannot show our hand just yet.” The elder man advised. They had been waiting years for this. When they had sent Pyotr off that night in the woods to take down the famous Kian Donovan, they had every intention of killing his son too, but the boy had gotten away. Pyotr had been punished for his failure, but forgiven when they discovered that the boy had been bitten. The Donovan name would be smeared across Europe and their influence forever altered. His family would gain the upper hand. They would hold the cards.
Except, instead of the world finding out about the boy, his mother went into hiding. The news sensationalized the death of Kian Donovan and the missing Donovan children. It had enraged him and thus began this game of cat and mouse. Dahlia Donovan was a tricky one. She was careful to cover her tracks and was always one step ahead of him. She might have been able to sneak away into America had she chosen to let go of the Donovan name, but she was too sentimental.
Well, let that be her downfall.
“What would you like for us to do, Sir?”
“We wait. They will slip and when they do, we shall be there to catch them.”